As the sun set, the once-blue sea turned black as far as the eye could see. The cruise ship floating on the sea appeared like a haven from the end of the world, containing mankind's last joy and desire.
The room was heated, and celebrities in various evening gowns gathered in groups of twos and threes with wine glasses.
The violin and piano played together, and some people embraced and flirtatiously danced on the dance floor.
Luo Ying moved through the crowd while wearing a mask.
She was dressed simply in a black dress with the simplest of cuts and no other accessories. Her hair hung loosely on her shoulders, but it couldn't hide her stunning aura.
People kept approaching her and inviting her to dance.
Luo Ying declined.
Her gaze was drawn to the man sitting in the corner.
The man was dressed in a suit with a gold-rimmed mask. His sleeves were casually rolled up to his wrists, and he appeared out of place in this setting.
